Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.
F. H. BradleyReason teaches us that what is good is good for something, and that what is good for nothing is not good at all.
F. H. BradleyThe propriety of some persons seems to consist in having improper thoughts about their neighbors.
F. H. Bradley